Published on Oct 18, 2005
Who knew Steve Martin used to be so funny?
I was not familiar with the man’s work before
Bowfinger, and I’ve only seen him in a few bit parts (
Looney Tunes: Back in Action,
Novocaine and
Cheaper By The Dozen. Or maybe it was
Bringing Down The House.)
On a chance, I came across the novelty ’70s Martin single “King
Tut” and borrowed a copy of
A Wild And Crazy Guy from a friend. What greeted my ears was
a wry, ironic, postmodern comedian who was intellectual, goofy and
entertaining, all while mocking the conventions of show
business.
That was his second relase;
Let’s Get Small is his debut and best release. I’m a fan of
musical comedy, and Martin doesn’t disappoint here, throwing in the
occasional banjo song and solo and creating some of the album’s
funniest parts in the process. The musical highlight, aside from
the ludicrous singalong “Grandmother’s Song,” is a snippet in the
15-minute title track where Martin plays an upbeat tune and tells
the crowd it’s impossible to be in a bad mood when you’re playing
the banjo.
“I always thought the banjo was the one thing that could have
saved Nixon,” he says.
The non-musical bits are equally as funny, drawing on wry
observations, drug humor and some jokes. Martin doesn’t have a
shtick, which makes everything unpredictable; the first minute,
he’s parodying the Vegas lounge acts where an entire hour-long act
is condensed into ten minutes, and then the next minute he’s naming
off the things he’s bought with money from the show. (Sample items:
a fur sink, a $300 pair of socks and a gasoline-powered turtleneck
sweater. And some dumb stuff, too.)
Some bits from the movie
The Jerk make their debut here, such as Martin’s assertion
that he was born a small black child but, after hearing his first
Mantovani record, has his cock shortened and becomes white. There
is also a bit about “getting small,” a drug reference, and the
absurdities of San Francisco life (a couple asked Martin before the
show if he was bi; “I studied a little Spanish in high school,” he
replied.)
Other bits include how to evade a mugger (throw up on your
money), what to say to someone who asks “Mind if I smoke?” (answer:
“Mind if I fart?”), and one of his most famous bits, a rant at the
ineptitude of the spotlight operator that ends with an exaggerated
“Excuuuuuse Me!”
Overall,
Let’s Get Small is an overlooked comedy gem. At times Martin
is too insular for his own good, and his constant “Ok, let’s get
started” asides get old, but fans of intellectual and absurd comedy
a la Dennis Miller will get a big kick out of this. Banjo fans will
as well.